"Alright, you cook, and I'll watch."
Seeing Nangong Qingcheng's stubborn expression, Jiang Feng could only retreat with a bitter smile, curious to see what skills she had learned online.
Nangong Qingcheng snorted coldly before turning around and getting ready.
The dish she planned to make wasn't difficult—just broccoli stir-fried with shrimp.
The ingredients were all prepared; she just needed to cook it to prove herself.
Recalling the instructions she studied earlier, Nangong Qingcheng officially began.
Watching her clumsily wield the knife, Jiang Feng suddenly felt a jolt of panic: Might she actually cut herself?!
Before the thought even faded, his worry quickly became reality!
Nangong Qingcheng had just started slicing when she yelped softly, quickly pulling her left hand away from the celery, with her index finger sliced open!
All because she was too eager to impress Jiang Feng, she ended up cutting her finger by accident!
